[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

Since ancient times, when a surprise attack plays a role, it is always based on preparation and unpreparation.

What's more, the undead was not only unprepared, but also caught in an extremely crazy civil strife, and the always tight organization ability was shattered by the high-purity undead power released from Heinciri's body.

At this moment, the hundreds of thousands of undead around the viewing platform in the main city are almost all the commanders who can be taken to the battlefield on the front line. Those large numbers of ordinary soldiers are scattered in other places in the main city, satellite cities and other camps in the galaxy. , spinning around like headless chickens.

In the past, the invincible war of attrition mode in which high-ranking officers urged low-level undead to nibble at the enemy completely failed.

With Natasha's efforts, this surprise attack towards the main city of Dysville turned into a beheading battle.

Under the huge explosion and astonishing burst of heat, the physical soul of the blue flame was completely shattered into pieces.It took him a full 10 minutes to re-condense his body by relying on the power of the undead in his body.But before he could make his next reaction, he saw a scene that made his eyes tear apart.

The pilots trained by the moon base with great efforts hovered above Dysville, and when the first round of explosions was almost over, they swooped down indomitably under the leadership of the black panther, bringing more precise and deadly blows.

The physical fitness of these warriors awakened by Cyril from the Hall of Valor far exceeds that of human pilots, and they can withstand the enormous pressure enough to crush the bones of an excellent human pilot. The performance of the fighters developed with their bodies is greatly improved. After that, it is still possible to reach one-tenth of the speed of light.

According to Strange and Tony's calculations, after being coated with the anti-dead biological magnetic field coating, these fighters can run at full capacity for half an hour before they are scrapped.

Bombs engraved with magic runes fell from the sky, shining brilliantly.

Countless undead, who had just condensed their bodies like blue flames, could only watch their bodies disappear again under the intensive and powerful bombardment, with angry and hopeless roars from their throats.

And these pilots are not satisfied with the results they have achieved at this stage.They dropped bombs/bombs on the viewing stand, and then swept across the entire city at high speed, blowing up the camp where the middle and low-level undead gathered, Heincily's palace, and the giant clock with special significance, and then Fly out of the atmosphere and return, and return to the base loaded by the spacecraft to reload the bombs and prepare for the second round of expedition.

On the command ship, Batman carefully observed the situation on the battlefield through a special multi-frequency radar, and issued a few short orders from time to time.

Soon, when the first wave of fighter jets began to return, the second wave of fighter jets that had been eager to try had already flown out of the base, carrying out seamless air-to-ground firepower strikes on the undead in the main city.

When the victoriously returning fighter plane returned to the tarmac, Tony immediately dispatched the logistics support robot he personally designed to overhaul and reload.

"The situation is not very good," the complicated and dizzying data flashed through Tony's bright eyes one by one, he suddenly turned his head and said, "It seems that the concentration of the power of the undead leaked from Heinciri's body It is indeed high, and the planes coming down from the front lines can only support one more round of air raids."

Batman: "The situation is much better than we imagined. After all, we have no way to lay detectors on a large scale in Daysville to observe the concentration of the power of the undead for a long time. The pilots have completed their tasks. .”

No one can accurately predict how long the anti-undead biological magnetic field coating will last in a combat state. In group meetings one after another before the war, they reached a consensus-if the fighter plane cannot operate at all, then these half-way monks Asgardian warriors who are pilots will immediately abandon their planes and parachute, transform into the first wave of ground troops, pick up axes, hammers and epees again, and start the bloodiest hand-to-hand combat with the undead.

Listening to Batman's words, Steve shook his head: "Don't be too optimistic, the Lost Legion has rich experience in warfare, surpassing any of us."

Cyril stood quietly aside, kept silent, listening to the discussions of his teammates.

It's not that he doesn't have any opinions of his own, but at times like this, talking too much is often a bad thing. He chooses to trust his teammates, believing that they are smart, calm and thoughtful enough.

Clark was the same, he stood side by side with Cyril, his beautiful clear blue eyes did not look at the podium, but looked out through the transparent porthole, the dim stars and brilliant fire reflected on his irises , the cruel colors are erased, and it looks more like a variety of magical creatures gliding in the ocean.

The violent light and heat settled in Clark's eyes, but it presented an ancient and mysterious picture.

Cyril secretly turned to look at him.

Clark noticed the elf's movement in the reflection of the porthole, and he didn't turn his head, but the corner of his mouth slightly hooked.

At this moment, there was a continuous beep sound in the command room.

Minor warning.

"The undead have started to organize a counterattack." Batman pressed the green button to send the order. "After the first batch of fighters are loaded, they will take off immediately, and cooperate with the second batch of fighters to protect the air supremacy—if they are shot down, pick them up immediately." Weapon strikes back."

Cyril rubbed the glass lightly, her gaze became serious.

After experiencing the panic at the beginning, all the buildings in the main city of Daysville were completely destroyed.

But any officer in the Lost Legion can be said to be experienced in many battles. When the chief was invited to attend the execution banquet at the Dyceville Center, there were still a large number of mid-level officers left in the camp, not to mention, not all of them They could all squeeze into Heincili's side like a leaking balloon. Some high-level undead who were already on the edge of the viewing stand finally woke up after dying back and forth several times.

There are hunters and animal trainers who control the eagle beast, the three-legged dragon, and the mutant moray eel that can fly in the air to fly into the sky.

Although it was just a hasty counterattack in the first wave, the blocking of the flight route still caused a lot of trouble.

The undead creatures under remote control, while being killed by the fighter plane, took advantage of their numbers to accelerate the corrosion of the undead creature's magnetic field on the fighter plane.

Fifteen minutes after Earthcorps launched its attack, the casualties began to appear.

Nearly a hundred fighter planes were damaged, and the pilots made an emergency landing. Before landing, they pulled out the traditional Asgardian battleaxes and epees from their jetpacks, and formed a team of twos and threes with their comrades nearby, back to back. , surrounded by a vast ocean of undead.

This is a warrior carefully selected by Odin, as if he was born for fighting.

They waved their arms, and the sharp irons formed an impenetrable line of defense, protecting the vitals of their necks and hearts.But there were too many undead, and in less than a minute, those strong arms holding axes weighing hundreds of catties were torn apart by the teeth of the undead.It was clearly a living person, but the muscles and skin on the arms were torn off strand by strand like a leg of roast lamb, and the blood was spilled hot like tomato soup thrown out.

"Sol is calling the command." Just after another Asgardian warrior fell, Thor's deep and magnetic voice sounded on the communication channel, "Sol and the Valkyrie Legion request to fight."

Batman refused without hesitation.

"It's not the time yet, Sol. Our remaining fighters can still cause greater losses to the undead. Putting the ground troops into the battlefield too early will hinder each other between the ground and the air."

Sol was silent.

As the prince of Asgard, he couldn't just watch these brave warriors besieged to death by despicable undead, let alone Asgard had failed them once.

But as a member of Earth's defenses, a mature leader long before Odin gradually delegated power, he knew Batman was right.

"Let me go, I don't bring a single soldier." Just after Bruce thought that Sol had given up on this immature request, a more majestic but old voice came through Sol's communication line, "God King Odin will only take Gungnir and his loyal steed."

"Father!" Sol yelled anxiously.

Batman thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"You can't do this!" Sol gritted his teeth, "Let me go with my father!"

"After you leave, Valkyrie will take over the command of the Asgard Legion," Bruce said calmly, "so you can go, just think clearly about what you will face."

Before Sol could answer, Odin's hearty laughter sounded from the other end.

Sol and Odin's spaceship quietly opened a side door, and two small and lonely figures floated out from inside.

Together they rode Odin's eight-legged pegasus, one holding the holy gun Gungnir, and the other wielding a hammer that could attract lightning, and they rushed towards the battlefield without looking back.

When passing by the command ship, Cyril gave the father and son an intelligence buff that was better than nothing. It was not so much a status-enhancing spell, but more of a courtesy for the elf mages to express their respect.

Solgao raised his hammer and waved his hand happily behind him.

The handsome and white pegasus was extremely fast, and it carried the old master and the young master through the atmosphere, and soon arrived at the place where the Asgardian warriors were shot down.

Behind it, the horseshoe left behind eight trails of light like the tail of a comet, elegant and graceful.

As soon as it landed on the ground, the eight-legged pegasus raised its slender neck high and neighed long into the sky.

Afterwards, the lightning and thunder brought by the God of Thunder, with a huge momentum, the blue-purple light was like an indestructible sword, cutting through the dark gray sky full of the power of the undead, telling everyone loudly, Asgard Guardian of Virtue, here we come.

Just like the thunder and lightning falling into the primordial ocean catalyzes life, the rumbling thunder brought by Thor splits the lifeless sea of ​​undead, bringing a fresh and powerful breath of life.

The Asgardian warriors, who were trapped in heavy siege and struggled to support themselves, lifted their spirits, and the excited cheers in their mouths passed through the bloody battlefield and reached the ears of Odin and Sol.

They saw it.

Saw their king, saw the standard that led them.

Gungnir threw it, and this legendary gun of destiny easily penetrated one piece after another of the undead's body, like sharp scissors piercing a few thin sheets of paper, and like Moses parting the Red Sea.

Finally, it inserts itself into the ground.

Following Odin in the north and south, there is no Asgardian who does not know this gun.The tall man who had been Odin's deputy and was placed in the Hall of Valor after his death, picked up Gungnir who had fallen at his feet, and shouted something loudly.

To everyone's surprise, these scattered soldiers are slowly gathering.

Some of them were collected by the adjutant, and the Gungnir, which could only be picked up by the power that Odin gave them, actually passed all the way, fought hard, and moved forward step by step.

The remaining Asgardians who had seen Gungnir penetrate the battlefield in other corners of the battlefield also followed the path opened for them by the holy spear, and trudged forward in the direction of Odin, like It is a continuous thread, and it seems that the gun of fate has delineated the trajectory for them long ago.

until they meet Odin.

Although Odin is old, he is not dead yet.The smell of gods on his body made ordinary undead fear. Under the brilliance of the eight-legged Pegasus, no one dared to attack him.

A long and short ten minutes passed.

Odin's former adjutant had already walked under his seat. The tall man knelt on the ground and held up the Gungnir in his hand.

The dead Odin picked up the gun from his hand, swung it heavily, and pointed the tip of the gun at Heinciri's position ahead.

As a god whose lifespan was nearing the end, Odin knew that he might not be able to come back after leaving.

But he felt more satisfied than ever before.

As a god who comprehended Ragnarok on the World Tree and made many plans for it, he made his warriors suffer a lot of political calculations and filth, and made them unable to rest in peace after death.

Odin had failed these warriors before, but this time, he was determined to die before them.